Her eyes flash wide, anger mixed with uncertainty and disappointment. She steps away from the bed, looking at me like she is seeing a different person. She knows what I mean, and I know that I will never compel her, but she doesn’t know that right this second.
“You ever compel me to do something, and I will never forgive you, Thorin.” Her voice cracks.
Grinning, I take my cock in hand, stroking up and down a few times, and a bead of pre-come bubbles at the tip. Running the pad of my finger over the liquid, I bring my digit to my mouth, all while Delaney watches me from the end of the bed.
Her eyes are molten with lust, biting her lip while her hands grip the pole.
Sucking my thumb into my mouth, a low moan slips free. The salty flavor coats my tongue, not bothering me, as I have tasted my own cum before.
Vampires have an insatiable appetite for sex. We like to try anything once.
The sound that I make activates arousal from her. My girl’s thighs clench, her breathing coming in harsh pants, showing her need for me.
“Wish it were you I was tasting, baby.”
“Thorin.” Her whimper carries my name.
“Come here.” I crook my finger at her.
The pull between us is strong; it is why she comes willingly, but I can feel some anger and regret still lingering. I need to abolish that shit, so we can move on.
She steps to me, stopping at the side of the bed. Her lip is still between her teeth, her eyes locked on my cock in hand.
My shirt hangs on her body, the material teasing me with little glimpses of her tits.
She looks fucking sexy and lickable. I want to devour her, then go back for seconds and thirds. Looking at me with desire in her eyes makes my cock twitch in my hand, and her eyes widen at the subtle movement.
Seeing her standing in my room, looking strong, sexy, and ready to take me on, makes me want her more. Regret sets in that I wasted so much fucking time.
“You want it; come and get it,” I grunt, tightening my fist around my cock.
“We need to talk first.” Her eyes flash to mine in determination.
“Then, baby, take a seat on your throne so we can talk.” I spread my arms, inviting her back onto my lap.
Pushing my jeans down my legs, then kicking them off, my T-shirt goes next.
“Fuck,” Delaney mutters, making me grin.
“Up.” I pat my thighs. “Lose the shirt.”
The bond pulls as she thinks it over. Tired of fucking waiting, I reach for her. She lets out a little cry when I pull her into my body, her legs straddling my thighs. Her pussy sits on my cock.
“Holy fuck, you are hot and wet.” My hands grip her thighs, her skin warm to the touch.
Her hands go to my shoulders, warm against my cool skin, her nails flexing against my bare flesh. The bite of pain zaps my dick, my own fingers flexing.
Needing her now, I slide my hands from her hips, over the flat of her stomach, admiring her pale skin. My thumb brushes over a freckle that sits to the side of her belly button.
I want to tongue that little freckle, make her squirm under me.
My hands move up, over her torso, stopping just under the swell of her breasts. Her back arches when my thumbs brush over each delicious looking globe.
“Need these in my mouth.”
“Yes,” she pants, giving me the green light.
Leaning in, I take one tight bud into my mouth, sinking my teeth into it. My fangs drop, piercing the skin. Delaney cries out, her hands gripping the base of my skull like a lifeline.
